[ Her lips purse, as if disappointed in her words, but a second or so afterward the corners turn upwards in an amused smile. She leans forward, raises a hand upward to caress her cheek for a feather-light touch.
Look at her. She wants her to hear and know this: ]
That compliment was for you, Honerva.
[ Just... take it. Gosh. Please take it. It's for her, and she said it only for her. If Pyra could wish for something in this moment, it would be for Honerva to be kinder to herself; accepting a benign compliment might just help start it. ]
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Look at her. She wants her to hear and know this: ]
That compliment was for you, Honerva.
[ Just... take it. Gosh. Please take it. It's for her, and she said it only for her. If Pyra could wish for something in this moment, it would be for Honerva to be kinder to herself; accepting a benign compliment might just help start it. ]